I dont own the Hunger Games!
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I snapped my kick as hard as I could, attempting to throw of my sparring partner but he effortlessly got the takedown and hurled me to the ground. "C'mon Enobaria! Tomorrows the reaping and your volunteering this year!" I got up with a groan, but hey, he was right, tomorrow was the reaping and I was going to volunteer for the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games. Twenty-four teenagers between the ages of twelve and eighteen were taken to a massive outdoor arena and were forced to fight to the death. And i loved watching it. When I was seven years old i saw the recap of one of District Two's most famous victors. Brutus. I watched as he effortlessly speared his victims and slaughtered the rest of his competition, since that day all I had wanted to do was win the Games. I'm eighteen so this my last year that I will be eligible for the Games so I need all the extra help to prepare.
I stayed for two hours extra that day before going home. The first thing I hear when I get home is my father's voice. "How was training today Enobaria? Tomorrow's the big day and you'd better be prepared to win those games!" Ever since I had told him I had wanted to win the games I had been his pride and joy, he always bragged about my skills and how rich I'd make him by winning the games. He had very high exceptions but he'd always said that I had natural talent which coming from my dad is very good. "Fine, I think I'm ready for the Games now." I replied. "That's excellent. Now go to bed you need your rest for tomorrow." He said. I'll make you proud was my last thought that night.
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